Hannah,
I miss you. lots.

Dear Emma,
We clicked the first day we spoke and despite what you think I missed you millons when we stopped talking. But part of me is glad that we did because otherwise we wouldn’t be as close as we are now.

I really can’t wait to meet you so we can sit in our bras in person and be lesbians and lick eachothers rocket lollies (I don’t even know..you love it though boo) I know that i’ll be genuinely happy the day we get to meet (and the day i get to meet liam too and all the other kids) because you’re one of few that knows how to put a smile on my face.

I love you beautiful and I will see you soon, I promise.
Carly.♥

I haven’t got a favourite they all mean way too much to me and I don’t want to take up everyones dash with huge essays for each. No amount of words could ever tell them how important they are to me anyway. Emma, Katie, Jasmine & Hannah; I love you all millions.♥

I can’t bring myself to type your name because every time I see it I get so mad thinking about what you put me through, you lied to me several times about stupid little things but one of the biggest lies you ever told me was that you loved me. You didn’t love me, you don’t put someone through that much hurt and pain if you love them. You cheated on me, which is fair enough because I would have cheated on me too but to cheat on me with someone like her is obviously such a confidence boost (that’s sarcasm btw, a trait of mine you could never deal with, along with all my other problems) but to know that you’re in a relationship with her and not happy makes me hate you that little bit more for ruining what we had.

I have a lot to thank you for though because watching you with her makes me realise that I am better off without you. But i don’t regret what happened between us.

ps; if I receive another text off of you telling me we were ‘perfect together’ I will come to your house chop your balls off and give them to your girlfriend to wear as earrings.

you are beautiful and someone out there thinks the world of you.

I don’t know what you are, therefore I will never be able to achieve you.

Dear Dan;
I never really liked you much, the way you used to act like you was the best person to ever walk this planet. I still don’t like you very much just simply because you treat girls like absolute shit and although I give you so much shit for it I do really love you (I still want you to get your heart broken though just so you know how all those girls felt) I feel closer to you than I ever have before right now, we have so much banter about football and always end up arguing about something. You always make me feel good about myself on the days where I feel like shit by telling me that i’m beautiful and the best sister ever and how I will be the perfect wife one day and I love you for that (I also love you for letting me paint your nails last night..)

Love you lots.
Carly.♥

Dear Mike;
I have nothing to say to you. I can’t wait until I move away and never have to see your face again. You’re not my brother, you ruined our relationship the day you chose that cunt over your sister.

Carly.

Mum and Dad,
I’m sorry for being the way that I am and putting you through everything that i’ve put you through past and present. I’m trying to change myself but it’s proving to be abit of a struggle, I don’t understand why i’m like this and i’m sorry that you don’t understand me either, if I could explain myself to you both then I would but i’m confused. I’ve always tried my best to be like the daughter you’ve always wanted but I know that i’ve let you both down and there isn’t much I can do other than apologise for that.

Mum, i’m sorry I like football and watching cricket and i’m not the perfect little daughter that constantly wears pink (atleast I still wear girly clothes) And dad, i’m sorry I didn’t follow in your footsteps and support Leeds. I know you’re both going through a pretty rough time at the minute and i’m sorry for adding to your problems but I promise you I won’t be getting in your way for much longer.

Thank you both for everything you’ve done for me. I love you.

Carly.♥

Mr Steven Gerrard,
I don’t have a crush on you exactly it’s more of a ‘im-completely-obsessed-with-you-in-everyway-possible’ type thing. I have your pictures all over my wall including two of the same calendars. I find everything about you dead sexy your accent makes me want to rape you so hard and your face and legs are just asdetryujkh. I dread the day you decide to leave Liverpool, I haven’t yet seen you play in the flesh but I have been in the same stadium as you. But please don’t leave until I get to see you score a goal and chant your name in person. I’m going to hunt your wife down and chop her fake tits and fake hair off and make you mine one day, just you wait.

Carly.♥

I have only ever considered one person to be my best friend but it turns out she couldn’t give two shits about me therefore I can’t write this letter as there’s nobody to write it to/about.